THE OWLING WIND
The night of Macbeth’s witches is not yet over
The storm brings from the moors an evil whisper
Which enters the mind and rot the liver
The Thane of Glamis went down and perished
Many shall follow that God once cherished.
The night of Macbeth’s witches is not yet over
The storm brings from the moors an evil whisper
Which enters the mind and rot the liver
The Thane of Glamis went down and perished
Many shall follow that God once cherished.